I want to sit on your lap
with my legs around your waist.
In a basket: beads, combs, oil and shells, so I can play with your hair.
I want to massage your scalp with oil until my ngers feel it come alive.
With a ne toothed comb I want to scrape specks of dandruff I nd, then blow gently.
With a forked comb I want to part your hair this way and that way, expose your scalp, letting it breathe. Come sit, it’s time to play with your hair:
tie a few
adorn some with beads, and others with those shells we picked
on that day it all began.